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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: sky, where the sun shot up long flaming streaks, between which and the eye
thin yellow clouds floated. "Ei! you weep?" said the German, as the girls
ran up to him.
Before they had time to reply the voice of Tant Sannie was heard.
"You child, of the child, of the child of a Kaffer's dog, come here!"
The German looked up. He thought the Dutchwoman, come out to cool herself
in the yard, called to some misbehaving servant. The old man looked round
to see who it might be.
"You old vagabond of a praying German, are you deaf?"
Tant Sannie stood before the steps of the kitchen; upon them sat the lean
Hottentot, upon the highest stood Bonaparte Blenkins, both hands folded
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